Fanny Price: Well, Lady Bertram is always suffering near-fatal fatigue. Susan Price: From what? Fanny Price: Usually from embroidering something of little use and no beauty... not to mention a healthy dose of opium every day. Susan Price: Your tongue is sharper than a guillotine, Fanny. Fanny Price: The effect of education, I suppose.

Edmund Bertram: Fanny, I've loved you my whole life. Fanny Price: I know, Edmund. Edmund Bertram: No... I've loved you as a man loves a woman. As a hero loves a heroine. As I have never loved anyone.

Fanny Price: Life seems nothing more than a quick succession of busy nothings.

Henry Crawford: And what is your opinion, Miss Price? Fanny Price: I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Crawford, but I'm afraid I do not have a ready opinion. Henry Crawford: I suspect you are almost entirely composed of ready opinions not yet shared.

Fanny Price: Maria was married on Saturday. In all important preparations of mind she was complete, being prepared for matrimony by a hatred of home, by the misery of disappointed affection, and contempt of the man she was to marry. The bride was elegantly dressed and the two bridesmaids were duly inferior. Her mother stood with salts, expecting to be agitated, and her aunt tried to cry. Marriage is indeed a maneuvering business.

Fanny Price: [referring to Henry Crawford] I do not trust him, sir. Sir Thomas Bertram: What do you distrust? Fanny Price: His nature, sir. Like many charming people, he conceals an almost absolute dependence on the appreciation of others. Sir Thomas Bertram: And what is the terrible ill in that? Fanny Price: His sole interest is in being loved, sir, not in loving.

Fanny Price: To be at home again, to be loved by my family, to feel affection without fear or restraint and to feel myself the equal of those that surround me.

Fanny Price: No on meant to be unkind, but I was the poor relation and I was often made to feel it. Only Edmund put himself out to secure my happiness. He became my one true friend. And as the years passed, I came to love him as more than a cousin.

Mrs. Norris: You must never forget, whatever the occasion, you must always be the lowest, the last. Fanny Price: Oh I shall never forget that. Unless of course I'm enjoying myself too much to remember.